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hyukalyptus · 5 months

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a coincidence — rockstar!yeonjun x fem!reader

cw. rockstar!yeonjun x audiencemember!reader, chubby!reader implied, fem!reader, mentions of alcohol, oral (m. receiving), sex (condoms mentioned <3), roleplaying(?), orgasm denial, lmk if there's more. notes. this is part of @napofamoon's growing pain rock band!au collaboration :D thank you @nightlyawnzz for being a beta reader :3 and thank you angie for that one line of dialogue (didn't know if you wanted to like not be tagged lol), not super well edited, smut under cut <3 wc. 2.8K

Who is that? Yeonjun’s seen hundreds—thousands—of pretty girls at his concerts. But no one’s ever truly made an impression. Every once in a while, there’d be one that barely stuck out from the crowd, but nothing ever stuck. After a while, the crowds started getting blurry. Has performing become a bit boring for him? Maybe. There wasn’t a spark anymore. No reason to perform.

But you…you immediately caught his eye. A bright star in a sea of dull strangers—smiling, drinking, dancing to the music, having a blast. You looked fun, exciting, flirty. And he wanted—needed—to get to know you. But first, he needed to get your attention.

He’s cool, casual with his bass; he’s a natural. The way he moves with the music, pouty lips singing under his breath along with the frontman, the stage lights sparkling in his eyes—it didn’t take much focus for him to nail every song.

So he decided to have a bit of fun tonight. Moving a bit more, putting on a bit more of a show than usual, getting closer to the edge of the stage without being too obvious. All to get your attention. So why won’t you look at him? Just a bit closer and maybe…

Bingo.

You’ve locked eyes and there’s that something he’s been looking for. Something he’s been looking for for a while. That spark. That reason to put on a bit of a show.

And you could tell. You were just as into it as he was.

Watching his every move—flirting without crossing a line, giving him seductive looks, dancing in his direction. It was fun. It was thrilling. That unspoken desire between two strangers—and one of them admires the other before they’ve even met? How scandalous, hm? The tension grew and grew until—

“Thank you everyone; good night!”

But…what do you do now? How could he find you later? Oh, why didn’t he slip the security guard his number to give to you? Where are you? No, no, no, don’t leave.

There was nothing he could do; the lights were dim, the curtain was drawn, the crowd was spilling out the front door. You never left his mind, though. Not when he put his bass in its case, not when he zipped his hoodie up to leave, not when he plopped down on his hotel bed, never.

Desperately trying to get you off his mind, he heads down to the hotel bar. Oh, how pathetic is this? A world-famous rock star sitting alone at a hotel’s bar sipping a whiskey feeling sorry for himself? Over what? Some girl?

Please don’t sit there…he begs silently watching a strange figure take the seat in the bar stool next to him. Despite the need for alone time, he couldn’t help but glance over at the sound of your—

“Just a vodka soda, please.”

Oh, shit. It’s you. What does he do? Why are his hands so sweaty? When did he turn into such a loser? Getting this worked up over a girl. He needs to get your attention again, but he doesn't want to come off too pushy. You’re here alone too and maybe you wanna keep it that way.

Fuck it.

He clears his throat, cooly-maybe-not-so-cooly saying, “I saw you in the audience.” Just as you planned. Well, sort of. You didn’t mean to run into him. Glancing across the room at the hotel you were staying in to see that hot bassist sitting alone at the bar was pure luck.

But you need to keep it cool. Don’t be too…weird. Just a simple glance and gentle nod is enough.

“Did you enjoy the show?” He asks, knowing your answer. He could see your desire just as much as you could see his, but you weren’t gonna give in just yet. You nod again, adding a quiet hum. “Are you from around here or…?” Should he move a bit closer? Sure. Should he brush your knee with his fingertips? Why not? Oh, they give you goosebumps. You don’t pull away or even flinch. You’re welcoming this.

“No, I’m here on business. That’s why I’m, you know, at a hotel right now.”

“Right.” He pauses, like he has to think of the next thing to say, “I’m Yeonjun, by the way. But you already knew that.”

“And what makes you think that?”

“No reason,” he snarks. “Just that you bought a ticket to my show.”

“As if,” you roll your eyes. “I was bored and the show was right down the street.” Lie. All of this was lies. Of course you were a fan. Both of you knew that.

“So you got front-row seats from a scalper then?”

Now it’s time for some fun. Turning toward him, you introduce yourself, face inching closer and closer, his hand sneaking up higher on your thigh, your heartbeat getting faster with each millimeter. You maintain your confidence best you know how, but you must admit, he’s intimidating. Is it that way he unapologetically stares at your body? The way he’s flirting with a fan after a show? The way his lips look like they’d perfectly wrap around your—

“Do you always find fans to flirt with after the show?”

“No. Never,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “But you’re so…” he tucks some fallen hair behind your ear, eyes roaming your face, “gorgeous. I haven’t stopped thinking about you in the audience. Then boom, here you are at my hotel’s bar. Must be fate.”

“Or a coincidence.”

Both resorting to a shrug, there’s tension in the air like you’ve never felt. It’s excruciating. He’s leaning closer to you, oh, what was he about to say?

“I saw you watching me,” he whispers right against your ear—close enough to feel his breath. Fuck, he’s good. This is gonna be fun. And you’re gonna be a brat. At least for a little.

“I was watching all five of you,” you say, adding an annoying eye roll for good measure.

“Nope,” he says, sitting back and smiling like he knows a secret of yours. Which he may. “Only me.”

“So what if I was?” You narrow your eyes at him. You weren’t gonna break eye contact now. You can’t. But he doesn’t expect you to keep it. He expects you to cower and blush like everyone always does. But you don’t. And he likes that. “I’m waiting.”

“Makes me wonder what else you wanna watch me do is all.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno,” he chuckles. “You tell me. You were the one that couldn’t stop staring at me.”

That jerk. That stupid fucking jerk. Looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes, you glance down at his lips—side note: jesus fucking christ they look delicious but that’s beside the point right now—and lean in as close as you can without touching him. Parting his own lips, he tilts his head just barely and closes his eyes.

“Aw, you’re so cute.” You giggle. “You thought I was gonna kiss you?”

While you’re watching him retreat, defeated at his own game, he runs his fingers through his messy black hair.

“So you think I’m cute?”

Let’s give in now. “No.” You stand, taking a deep breath and walk behind him, sliding your hands down his chest, bending to meet his ear to whisper, “I think you’re fucking sexy.”

Goosebumps—but this time, they’re on him. Has anyone ever done this to him before? Let’s take it one step further. You bite his ear lobe gently and he sighs, your name falling out of his lips breathlessly.

“Hm?”

“Come upstairs with me,” he whispers.

Another step further. Sliding your hand up the back of his neck, you grip some of his hair, tugging it harshly, his eyes widening as he hisses.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Will you come upstairs with me? Please.”

Turning him around in his barstool, you stand between his legs, his eyes roaming up and down your body. “I thought you’d never ask.”

It was all a blur as he took you upstairs—heading straight for the elevator, pushing you against the wall to finally crash his lips into yours, hands roaming your body trying to decide what part of it to grab onto. The ding of the elevator snaps you out of it before stumbling down the hallway to his room.

When he finally gets the door open and the door slams behind you, he’s gentler, like he wants to take his time with you. But you don’t. You drag him toward the bed and push him to the mattress to straddle his hips. Wrapping his hands around your waist, his hands slip under the skirt of your dress to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze.

Lifting off him, you lift your dress over your head as he eyes your pretty white lace lingerie while he smirks to himself. Fuck, he looks hot when he bites his lip like that. And, god, you need his shirt off. Tugging at it, you rock your hips back and forth to shimmy it off while he stays laying down. Hands on bodies, breath heavy, lips on each other’s…god, this was fun.

He flips you to your back, pressing his lips to your chest, trailing kisses over your collarbone. Pushing your face to the side to access your neck, he covers it in sloppy, wet kisses.

Since when was your bra so uncomfortable? And since when was it such a cock blocker? With that out of the way, his lips find your nipples, sucking harshly, but licking them to soothe the stings. Tugging at the waistband of his joggers, you can’t stop begging him to fuck you.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he says, mimicking your tone from earlier.

“Please, Yeonjun—” you gasp at the feeling of his finger gliding over your clit slowly—slower than anyone’s ever touched you before. But it’s amazing. “Will you please fuck me?”

“Not yet,” he whispers. Standing to pull his pants and boxers down in one motion, he looks over your body. Oh, what was he gonna do with you and everything your body has to offer? Put you on your knees so he can cum all over your full tits? Fuck you from behind so he can see your ass jiggle? Fuck you in missionary so he can see your tits and tummy jiggle while he squeezes your thighs? There’s too many options to pick from.

But before he can make the decision, you crawl over to the foot of the bed, making a big show of it before reaching for his hips. Wrapping your hands around his hips to squeeze his ass, you pull him closer, kissing the tip of his cock. You were going to be the death of him. But you haven’t even tasted him yet. Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you finally sink down on him completely.

And fuck do you feel good.

Fingers fumbling through your hair as he tries to steady himself, his head falls back to let out the most beautiful moan you’ve ever heard from a man. He whispers your name.

“What?” You look at him, your lips forming a pout while you wait for an answer. He responds with a simple eyebrow raise. “You said my name,” you say matter-of-factly. “What is it?”

“Don’t tease me.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Hooking his hands behind your knees, he pulls to flip you on your back while you let out a yelp. He boxes you in with his elbows, dragging his teeth over one of your nipples while you grip his hair, back arching to meet his mouth. He covers you in kisses. You don’t think anyone’s ever kissed you this much. Nothing will ever be enough after this.

As he makes his way down, your legs fall over his shoulders, showering your thick thighs with kisses. Using his mouth to put the smallest amount of pressure on your clit over your thong, he makes you whine and involuntarily grind against his chin, trying to relieve any tension. But he’s not giving in either. Backing away, he chuckles at you. That jerk. Why does he have to be such a jerk?

“Don’t do that to me,” you say. Eyes dark, he takes the waistband of your thong between his teeth, pulling them down slowly, letting them drag over your skin. Kneeling between your thighs, he keeps that spine-tingling eye contact as he rubs his tip over your center. That sends a jolt through your body, letting your brain finally catch up with your body.

“Will you wear a condom?”

Nodding, he quickly rustles through his suitcase messily splayed across the floor. Ripping the condom open with his teeth, he starts to roll it down himself, which is a glorious sight. And he can tell the effect it has on you. You smirk, glancing up at his eyes—eyes that are sparkling back at you.

“Eyes on my cock, baby.”

Fine by you. Sliding it down so slowly, you’re entranced. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

One hand pressing on your hip, the other lining himself up with your pussy, he pushes himself inside you, your eyes rolling back and he groans in your ear. Short shallow breaths grace your skin as he thrusts fast and hard, just like you wanted.

Bodies rocking together, he stares at your tits bouncing with his movements. Your nails start dragging down his back, but he quickly pulls out to turn you over, lifting you by your hips to bring you on all fours, your ass on full display. He spanks you, hard enough that your cheek will be pink tomorrow morning.

Pressing on your lower back to deepen the arch, he thrusts into you again. With your face squished against the mattress, his hands dig into the fat of your hips to hold you in place. The fire in your stomach roars, legs trembling, muscles weak. He yanks you up by your hair—you were hoping he’d do that—to press your back to his chest, letting you feel how heavy he's breathing.

“Don’t cum yet,” he says.

“Who said I was close?”

That evil laugh makes your eyes roll. “I can feel it.” Well, you can’t really argue with that. He was right. “Don’t.”

“You really like telling me what to do, huh?”

He snakes his hand in front of you to circle your clit, turning your whines to whimpers, desperately fighting the urge to let yourself go. What would happen if you did let yourself cum, though? It might be exciting to find out, hm? But being told what to do and when is just as exciting.

Grabbing his arm, your nails dig into his skin. He releases your hair, pushing you to the mattress roughly, face pressed against the mattress. Fists full of bed sheets, his hands spread across your ass, skin spilling through his fingers.

It’s getting increasingly difficult to hold it together—the only thing letting you is knowing how good you must be making him feel if he’s making noises like that.

“Yeonjun,” you gasp, his speed increasing. “Please.” The way he grunts tells you he’s close too, but he doesn’t plan on holding back. Pull my hair again, pull my hair again, pull my hair again, you keep thinking to yourself. And, oh, did you say that out loud? Because he pulls your hair again, finding an even deeper spot inside if you, the feeling spreading to your toes.

“Please, Yeonjun—” you yelp. “Please let me cum.”

He groans again, your name falling out of his lips before adding, “Cum for me.”

Your loud whimpers are muffled by the pillow you’ve shoved your face into, the fire in your stomach roaring louder and louder until—

Fuck…

God, this is good. Your orgasm explodes inside you, fireworks going off in all directions, filling every nook and cranny of your body. Praising you through your orgasm, he encourages you to cum hard around him, reminding you of how good your pussy feels around his cock.

Your body relaxes, but his doesn’t. He thrusts deeper inside of you, desperate to reach his own climax.

“Fuck—” he grunts, spanking you again. He loves seeing you jiggle like that. Reaching in front of you, he massages your tits, squeezing to get a firm grip.

His breath hitches, his thrusts getting sloppy as he twitches inside you, groaning through his climax.

Collapsing on top of you, he catches his breath, chest rushing and falling against your back. Rolling off you to plop onto the mattress, he turns to look at your face while there’s a stillness in the air.

“...so you’re a fan now?”

“Haven’t I always been?”

Chuckling, his face turns to the ceiling, running his fingers through his hair, resting his arms above his head. As you make eye contact, both of you burst out laughing—

“I didn’t think you’d like the roleplaying thing as much as you did,” you giggle.

“Well, what can I say? It was hot,” he says. “Great idea, baby.” Tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, he smiles at you, kissing your forehead. “I love bringing you on tour with us.”

“I love it too.”

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ta3baee · 2 months

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ಇ - 𝓶𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝓷𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

Pairing : Yeonjun x Chubby!Fem!Reader x Beomgyu

Warnings : Fingering on the couch, somewhat cockwarming, oc’s parents are oblivious to what is going on, you can imagine either Yeonjun or Beomgyu for this, I couldn’t decide between the two.

Ta3baee notes : Minors dni! I’m not responsible for what you consume on the internet. Reblogs are very much appreciated <3 not proofread, please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who joins you in a family movie night, sitting with you on the couch, blanket and snacks surrounding you both while your parents sit farther from you two.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who makes light convo with your parents when they ask his opinion about a scene in the movie.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who moves his hand to your upper thigh, simply smiling innocently at you when you look at him with a questioning glance.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who fiddles with the strings of your sweats, eventually pulling on it to loosen the waistband.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who takes notice of your parents dozing off just 30 minutes into the movie (quite boring in his opinion but don’t tell your parents that).

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who shushes you when you open your mouth to say something as his hand moves under your sweats, cupping your warm cunt through your underwear.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who stimulates you through your underwear, arousal drenching and ruining the fabric.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who has to slap his hand over your mouth to stop you from moaning as you cum.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who makes you lick his fingers clean before pulling you onto his lap, making it seem like you guys are just cuddling with a blanket over you incase your parents wake up.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who positions his dick between your thighs, slapping it against your cunt a few times.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who lifts you to position himself at your hole, almost moaning out loud himself when he finally penetrates you. If you listen close, you could already hear the lewd sounds coming from under the blanket.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who has to grip your tummy pouch to contain himself from fucking you raw, his nails leaving red little crescent marks.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who has to bite your shoulder to stop himself from moaning, your walls are so tight around him despite you cumming a few minutes ago.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun whose dick spasms as he cums deep in you and stays inside of you until your parents start waking up.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who makes sure not to let an ounce of his cum drop out of you once he pulls out, sliding your underwear up to replace his dick.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who will be eating his cum out of you that same night.

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frenchkisstheabyss · 8 months

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7 Psychopaths: Yeonjun

x Summary: You are X, a seasoned assassin, and your boss has just assigned you an unusual task. You have two weeks to gather six men for a top-secret mission that requires their unique brand of psychopathy. The trick is, you've got romantic history with all of them.

A detail that might make this a walk in the park or the fight of your life. Time to find out...

x Pairing: assassin!yeonjun x assassin!chubby!fem!reader

x Genre: angst/crime au/smut

x Word Count: 2.1k

x Warnings: violence, blood, knives, guns, general criminal activity, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, strong language (naturally), a smidge of rough sex but nothing crazy, misogynists and xenophobes get their karma quite painfully

x A/N: This is #1 in a series of 6 stories featuring members of TXT/ATEEZ/Stray Kids. They all follow the same theme and can be read chronologically or you can jump around. I support the chaos.

| | Next Psychopath: Lee Know | |

This? This is bullshit.

You should be sitting first class on that bullet train to Kyoto right now, sipping tea as you watch the bustling streets of Tokyo fade into a blur of neon light. Instead, your ticket is ripped to shreds at the bottom of a gutter two countries over and you’re slumming it in the back alleys of Nowhere. With the exception of a few flickering streetlights ahead of you, it’s almost too dark to cast a shadow out here. “Too dark,” insists one of the drunken assholes trailing behind you, “For a pretty little thing like you to be out here all alone.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you count five of them. The ring leader, let’s call him Red Shirt, has enough liquid courage in him to lead the pack in announcing every filthy thing they’d do with you if you let them. You roll your eyes, pushing forward to your destination, dying to escape them and the unpleasant stench that the mugginess after tonight’s rainstorm has left lingering in the air. “She’s not listening to us,” teases Black Jacket, “Maybe she thinks she’s too good for you.”

The childhood trauma of rejection at the hands of an unloving mother flips a switch inside of Red Shirt that he’d know was there if he’d gone to therapy like his ex suggested and he’s charging towards you in seconds. Shoving your hands in the pockets of your long leather jacket, you take a deep breath, bracing yourself for a confrontation that you aren’t even kind of in the mood for. There are much bigger things to worry about tonight. Much more pressing issues than Red Shirt and his band of sexually insecure misfits.

You reach the edge of the alley, almost clear of the group, when a hand slams down on your shoulder squeezing tightly enough to leave a bruise. “I know you hear me talking to you! Do you know what we do to girls like you around here?” Red Shirt hisses, venom dripping from his words. Grasping the handles of the switchblades in your pockets, you whip around, unfolding them at the speed of light and burying them in his shoulders. The flesh squishes like raw meat on a butcher's slab. You love to hear it.

Red Shirt drops to his knees, deep burgundy blood soaking through his shirt and dripping down his shoulders. The scream of anguish he lets out is enough to split the earth in two. The other four stumble back, the shock of their leader groveling in pain for likely the first time ever enough to make them want to shit themselves. You stare down at him, your eyes cold and void of any sympathy, “You know what I do to guys like you?” Twisting the blades, one of them knicks bone, making him whine like a wounded animal.

“Do you want me to show you?” you ask, smiling warmly, “Or are you gonna gather your friends and get the fuck away from me before I make sure you never use these arms again?” There’s an attempt at speaking. A croak, drowned out by the waterfall of tears rushing down his cheeks. “What’s that? I can’t quite hear you.”

“Leave. We. Leave” he manages.

It’s not the groveling that you’re used to but it’ll have to do for now. The blades ease out of his shoulders smooth as butter. His body hits the concrete hard enough that he early splashes water---at least you hope it’s just water---on your high-heeled boots. You squat down, casually cleaning your blades on his shirt. “If it makes you feel any better” you sigh, “Red is your color.”

“Do I have to talk slower so that you understand me? I Don’t. Owe. You. Shit.”

The words of the cocky American cooking up dope in the basement of this hole in the wall laundromat echo in Yeonjun’s mind. They call him San Jose for the time he spent in California locked away in a supermax prison. You learn a lot when you’re shoved into a cage in a strange new place with people you don’t know. And, for Yeonjun, English was one of those things. This American didn’t need to speak slower. San Jose understood him the first time.

The insult was just overkill which is precisely why he feels no guilt popping coins into the max load dryer the American’s currently folded into. The window's smeared with blood from the bones that had to be broken to wedge him in there, to begin with. Messy but necessary. Beneath the stained floors, marbled with dirt, Yeonjun’s associates facilitate more bloodshed among the guards too loyal or too stupid to run before things got this bad.

“You don’t have to do this!” the American begs, suddenly confident in the lack of a language barrier, “Please! I’ll get you your money! I promise!” Yeonjun taps at the glass, watching the American squirm like a panicked fish swimming in poisoned water. “So sorry” Yeonjun apologizes, “I don’t speak English.” The press of a button sets off the buzzing noise that signals the start of a cycle.

Tiny green lights glow beside the options Yeonjun patiently selected. Cycle: Heavy. Heat: High. Door: Locked.

There’d been a point where this was all about the money. But now? If he handed it over Yeonjun would throw it into the dryer and let it burn right along with him. Hypnotized by the clanking of the American’s body as the drum makes its labored turns, Yeonjun almost doesn’t hear the front door creak open. You stop dead in your tracks when you’re greeted by the barrel of a 45 ACP pistol. I said he almost didn’t hear the door. Just almost.

You throw your hands up, more as a peace offering than a sign of surrender. “You aren’t gonna shoot me are you, Yeon---” “You don’t get to call me that anymore, X” he snaps, raking his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, “You’ve got 10 seconds to turn around before I pull this trigger.” “Yeon---” He turns to you, his left eye twitching, and cocks the pistol. “San Jose” you say in an alluring tone, taking baby steps toward him, “I just wanna talk. Five minutes. That’s it. Can you give me that?”

Yeonjun can hardly look at you but he can’t bring himself to turn away. Why are the flowers most likely to kill you always the prettiest to look at? He groans, his rage softened by the sight of your face after almost a year apart, “Five minutes.”

Bent over the wooden desk in the manager’s office, you dig your heels into the floor, desperate to keep your trembling legs from giving out. You could say that you’d forgotten what it was like to have Yeonjun’s tongue performing acrobatics inside of your tight pussy but that would be a lie. There’s simply no way to forget how talented this man is with his tongue. Your memory though, pales in comparison to the real thing, and experiencing it for the first time in a long time has juices dripping down your lush thighs.

From his position behind you, the second time you’ve had a man on his knees tonight, Yeonjun’s fingers press into the softness of your ass. It looks glorious beneath the teal overhead lighting. Flawless in every way. Just like everything else about you. The taste of you is addictive. Sweet enough to rot his teeth. He squeezes your ass harder, raising you up to create the perfect angle for him to swipe his tongue between the slickness of your folds. His tongue brushes over your clit, making you moan in ways he can’t help but grin at.

“Why me?” he asks between sloppy, eager laps at your slit, “What does your boss want me for?” Nails tapping on the desk, nearly scratching the cheap plywood, you arch your back at the tugging in your lower belly. “She has plans. Something big and I don’t---aah---question her. I just---fuck.” Your body collapses, a spark traveling through your veins like liquid fire. “I just know she wants you back with us.” Yeonjun rises to his feet, pushing your dress up further to reveal the small of your back. He kisses it with the gentle lips of a man born to be a lover and bred to be a killer.

“But do you want me back?” he asks in a rare moment of vulnerability. You groan, rolling over onto your back, hands covering your face. Spending time with him, talking to him, loving him, the entire experience of being with him had been one of the only things that made waking up in the morning worth it in a life like this. None of it was ever just about the sex, as amazing as it is. It was always about him. Do you want him back? Of course, you do.

The head of his cock nudges at your slit, smearing your juices through the delicate petals of your pussy. Yeonjun runs his hands along your curves, indulging himself in the nostalgia of nights like this. “Do you?” Taking him by the collar of his shirt, you drag him on top of you, kissing him passionately as you lower yourself onto him until every inch is buried within you. “I do” you whisper, the sincerity in your eyes swearing to him that you aren’t lying. You wouldn’t. You can’t.

The feeling of being wanted by you again, knowing that you’ve wanted him all this time, is a high unlike anything else. Your legs wrap around his waist, keeping him flush against you as he dips in and out of you. The ridges of your walls when you clench around him. The blood pumping through those gorgeous veins that travel up his shaft. It’s almost too much. You kiss his forehead, stroking the back of his neck, unsure if that thumping is your heart or the body in the dryer just beyond the door. “I missed you so much” he moans into your chest, licking beads of sweat from between your cleavage.

“Fuck me harder then. Prove it.” You pose a challenge that he takes on without hesitation. Pinning your arms over your head, one hand keeping your wrists locked together, he thrusts into you with a force that carries a certain finesse civilian men painfully lack. He doesn’t miss a single sweet spot, making every tiny movement count. Every sensation pushes you closer to the edge of oblivion---and the desk. You don’t even have to speak for Yeonjun to know you’re about to cum. Your body tells him. It always has.

That thumping? It was your heart after all, and it’s at maximum volume in your ears as you come undone beneath him. The death grip that your walls have on him, your moisture coating him, leaking out to make a mess of his pants, has him coming right along with you. The warmth in your belly as he fills you up has you silently begging him not to stop, your brain still too lost in ecstasy to formulate more than a few incoherent whimpers. If he had it in him never would but you’re milking him so well, draining him of everything, that all he can do is stumble backwards before you take his soul too.

“Fuck” he pants, his body propped up against the wall behind him, “You’re the devil.” Pushing yourself up, you use what little balance you have to get your clothes back together. You wink at him, throwing your coat back on, “But you love me.” Locking eyes with him, you help him fix his pants, teasing the rim of his tip before tucking it away, “I’ll see you in Berlin then?” “Wouldn’t miss it for the world” he answers, lips hovering dangerously close to yours. You kiss him once more and his arms come around you, desperate to keep you here forever.

A cutesy ringtone blares as your phone vibrates in your pocket. You know by the sound of it that it’s your boss. “Answer it” he insists, kissing you one last time before turning you loose. With the phone in your hand, anticipating an interrogation from your boss, you march out of the manager’s office, ignoring the half conscious man with salami for skin hanging out of the dryer. “You be a good boy now, San Jose!” you shout behind you.

Yeonjun follows you out of the office, shoving the body back into the dryer without taking his eyes off of you, “You can call me Yeonjun again!” You can only laugh to yourself, disappearing back out into the night. You like that name better anyway.

#yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x you #yeonjun x y/n #txt x reader #txt x you #txt x y/n #txt au #yeonjun angst #yeonjun smut #txt angst #txt smut #chubby reader #plus size reader #thick reader

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aduh0308 · 6 months

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thoughts on txt + dry humping 0.0

yes actually-

warnings: dry humping (obvi), bf txt, yeonjuns: dom!yeonjun, calls reader "baby", slight dacryphilia, soobins: perv!soobin, chubby!reader, height difference mentioned (reader shorter), size kink, beomgyu: sub!gyu, mommy kink, mentions thigh fucking briefly, somno, taehyun: dom!tyun, calls reader "doll", slight choking, finger sucking, daddy kink, hickeys, hyuka: sub!kai, sub!reader, mentions virgin!kai, accidental stimulation implied

yeonjun ♡

i may be biased after writing a horny single parent fic... but just imagine him with a partner who's taking things slow, you're so, so into each other but you don't wanna necessarily go all the way yet, so yeonjun takes it into his own hands to make you feel so good :(( body draped over yours on the couch, smooth languid friction of him against you, lips all over you and the way he talks to you the closer he gets has you all worked up, whispers in your ear of, if i can't be inside you, gon' make you cum just like this, alright baby~? while you can only nod helplessly up at him with teary eyes, jjunie making you feel so good :((

soobin ♡

we all love pervy bf!soob so... riddle me this, perv!bf!soobin x chubby!reader in her tight fucking biker shorts... not too short but the way they hug your ass perfectly has him hard in his pants almost immediately, can see the lines of your underwear through the material they're so tight, and when you ask him to get you something from this high cabinet you can't reach, he seizes the opportunity he needed. big bulge in his pants pressed right up against your ass from behind, and god, how you love the way he makes you feel so small when he's standing over you like this that you don't even notice the minuscule motions of his hips against your ass until the edge of the counter presses into the front of your thighs and one arm wraps around your waist to hold you against him, other hand on the counter to brace you both, and he's so apologetic with his face tucked in your neck :(( m sorry, m so sorry, you make me so hard when you wear stuff like this, would've waited but fuck, you get to me so easy, let me keep going, please?

beomgyu ♡

THIS MAN. the most dry humping coded out of all of them in my opinion, and i also see him being into thigh fucking, but both especially in bed 😳 the type to be so needy that he's going to either wake you up right then and there or he's gonna try his hardest NOT to... rutting so slowly into your thighs from behind, whole body tensing up like a deer in headlights whenever you move in even the slightest, he's gonna make both you and his sweats messes if he keeps going but he doesn't care, does he? your poor pervy baby, ends up getting so lost in the pleasure that the hands he tries so hard to keep to himself grip your hips just a little too hard, jolting you out of your sleep and into reality, can feel the wet splotch of his sweatpants through the thin fabric of your underwear, and now that he knows you're awake, he's not gonna hold back, rocking his hips against yours furiously while mumbling apologies in your ear, sorry for waking you mommy, been bad but i need you so much :(

taehyun ♡

he's so dom coded with dry humping but i can see him both ways... he's either SO subby or holding onto your hips to pull you closer from behind you, lips sucking and biting pretty little marks onto your neck >.< can just picture his hand up your shirt, playing with your nipples and moving his hand back up to your throat when your head shifts to the side, moans muffled by the pillow, c'mon doll, wanna hear your pretty voice, please? know daddy's making you feel s' good~ he's so cocky w it, tilting your head back slightly so he can look you in your eye while you confirm it, two fingers dipping inside your mouth for you to suck on, loves the way you're so desperate for him <3

hyuka ♡

:(( poor baby just wanted to kiss you, but now his hands are pulling you against him by your thighs, tongue practically shoved down your throat while his pretty moans spill out against your lips :(( loves the way your ass presses so perfectly against his dick, pretty virgin boyfriend so fucked out from so little that it makes you giggle from on top like your brain isn't so fuzzy that you can't fully comprehend how the bulge through his pants perfectly presses against your clit every time you rock forward, the drag pulling you closer and closer to the edge while he writhes underneath you, gets him off even more when he can hear the sounds you make :((

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mimikittysblog · 13 days

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TXT when Someone Badmouths You

Pairing: OT5! TXT x Fem! Reader

Genre: Slight angst, fluff. Hurt to comfort.

Synopsis: How the boys would react when they hear and see someone badmouthing you, their lovely girlfriend.

Warnings: Some jerks bullying you for different reasons. Implied chubby reader for Yeonjun and Soobin, and somewhat body shaming for theirs too. I think that’s it? Please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Guess who made this instead of their thesis??? Meeeeeee! Anyways hope you guys enjoyed this, especially cause I made it on the fly. Also got a bit carried away with beomgyus lol

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Yeonjun

Yeonjun decided to go out to take you shopping being the fashonistas you two are. While you’ve always loved clothes and fashion, it was always a bit of a struggle to find your size here in Korea, no actually it was a pretty big struggle, but Yeonjun never minded.

He just wanted to spend time with you and spoil you with whatever you wanted. If the store didnt have your size he’d just look for it online or actually have it custom made. Just for you. Whatever you wanted, its yours in less than a week. You were always grateful for that.

However it still bothered you a bit. It was also always quite embarrassing when you have to walk out of the dressing room to tell him the biggest size didnt fit you. It also doesn’t help when the store clerks are not so subtly or quietly poking fun at you.

“I don’t know why she even tries”

“I know right? Why is he even with her?? Like he clearly takes care of himself. Why can’t she do the same?”

“He deserves so much better.”

Yeonjun obviously heard it too, he isn’t deaf, nor blind cause he sees the looks they give you. He especially sees the small frown that you’re trying so desperately to hide.

“Hmm MY pretty baby” he says as he holds your cheek. “This store is not inclusive huh? How about we just leave and find a better store that values you more, hmm?”

“No yeonjun it’s ju-“

“Hush.” He cuts you off. “This store is clearly not a good one. Cause every good store should always carry beautiful people’s sizes which includes you and they must have RESPECTFUL. Staff too. Don’t you think so pretty baby?” He says as he leans into you.

“I-I guess..?” You say shyly, trying to ignore the harsh glares you’re getting.

“Well thats what I think baby. Come on! Lets find a better store and never come back here, okay beautiful?” He asks as he pats your head.

“Okay” you smile at him.

Before you two leave though, he pulls you in even closer and gives you such a passionate kiss, completely reassuring that he finds you so gorgeous and he doesn’t care what people say about you.

And without your knowledge he also opens his eyes to make eye contact and practically glare at the rude staff that was standing behind you. Seeing their reaction also causes him to smirk into the kiss.

He then pulls away and happily takes you away from that store. Constantly holding you close, to reassure you that he loves your body just the way it is, and he could never be ashamed of you, especially with how firmly and proudly he’s holding on to you.

“Thank you baby” you say as you snuggle into him.

“No one messes with my pretty baby. Remember that.” He said with his charming smirk.

Soobin

You literally only told him you think the weather feels perfect today, and he suddenly already had a picnic basket packed. So here you are now, at the park having a nice picnic with your lovely boyfriend. While he did pack some food from home, you two also went to your local bakery to pick up some of the most delicious bread and pastries ever. You kind of went overboard with how much you bought but you two wanted to have fun and enjoy your day with great food, if you still had some left you can easily bring them home. So it didn’t matter to the both of you.

That is until another couple who were also having a picnic nearby decided to stare at you and the large amount of food you two had. They were far enough to where you could barely hear what theyre saying, but unfortunately you could still hear. Even if you couldn’t the judgmental looks they gave you, and only you, said it all.

“Can you believe how much she’s eating?”

“Mhm. It’s just all pure carbs and sugar too.”

“Could she be anymore unhealthy? She’s eating so fast too.”

You were trying so hard to ignore it and were just about to take another bite of the croissant you got until you heard they made another comment and even laughed at you. You really did try so hard to ignore it and tried to take that bite but it just felt so humiliating. So you bit your lip and slowly put the croissant down. Soobin on the other hand quickly took the croissant again and put it back up to your mouth.

“Aaah!” He said smiling

“Oh.. Soobin I’m ful-“

“Don’t make me shove this in your mouth princess” he cut you off with another cheeky smile.

“Soobin..”

God the look in your eyes was so heartbreaking to him.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen okay? We also came here to have fun and eat well. I want you to eat well beautiful, and I also want you to have the happiest tummy ever. Please don’t let anyone stop you. Besides, good food makes you happy. And I also want you happy. So please.. Aaaah?” He said, staring straight into your eyes with the purest look ever.

How could you ever deny that? So with a smile you took the bite you did so desperately wanted. With that it made his smile even bigger. He then also took a bite. Since then he continues to feed you, showering you with encouragement and also continues to eat with you too to make you not feel alone. You could never feel alone with him, but he wanted to make sure you knew that.

“Thank you my love.”

“Of course darling”

By the end you were so incredibly happy and so was your tummy.

Beomgyu

It’s been a while since you had a date with your boyfriend due to your busy schedules. So when said schedules finally calmed down, you two were very excited to get to finally meet up at your favorite cafe and catch up. Unfortunately you were running a bit late so Beomgyu was already sitting and sipping at his coffee when you arrived. You quickly ordered before sitting down across from him.

“Beomieee! Oh I’m sorry!” You apologized

“It’s okay sweetheart, you’re here now and thats all that matters.” He said with his usual cheeky smile on his face.

The cafe was quite packed, so it was pretty noisy but you two were able to drown everything out with your conversations. You both missed each other very much. Due to the busy cafe it also took a while for your order to get done. By the time it was you and beomgyu decided to continue your date at a nearby park and have a nice walk. He had to use the bathroom first though, and you had to get your drink. So thats what you two did.

Unfortunately for you though, just after you got your drink, you accidentally slipped and caused your coffee to spill a little bit onto the shoes of a nearby customer.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to-“

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?! You bitch!!! These are brand new and now theyre ruined!”

“I didn’t mean to! I’ll pay to have them cle-“

“God you’re so fucking stupid! Didn’t you hear me they’re ruined! How can someone be so clumsy?! There wasn’t even anything there!! Fucki-“

“Oh sweetheart whats going on- WOOOOOAAHHHHH!!!” Beomgyu suddenly showed up out of nowhere and then (purposely and quite dramatically) fell and also spilled his coffee on this customer, though this time it spilled on the rest of their outfit too.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” They yelled and you could only cover your mouth in shock.

“Dang these floors are so slippery! don’t you think?? Everyone be careful okay!!” He chuckled as he still stayed there on the floor.

“Beomgyu are you okay??” You asked as you helped him up.

“Are you?” He asked concerned as he held onto you softly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!? You just ruined my outfit!!!” This customer bellowed before you even had the chance to answer him.

“And you yelled at my lovely girlfriend for a simple accident. Listen, you have every right to be upset. it’s understandable. Hell she would’ve been upset if you did the same to her. However you had NO. Right to yell at her and talk to her the way you just did. She said she was sorry yet you still found it necessary to berate her in front of everyone. So yeah. I find it necessary to have the rest of your tacky outfit ruined. Even though what I did was an accident too.” He said with a smirk, clearly showing everyone who was still watching, that it was in fact NOT an accident.

“But yknow what? Here.” He explained before opening his wallet and throwing a good couple of bills at them. “Take this to go get those cleaned, or yknow, get better clothes that not only look better but wouldn’t be ruined by simple coffee. Come on my sweet.” He continued as he lead you to the door of the cafe.

And with that the both of you left.

“You okay darling?”

“Yea.. but you shouldn’t have done that beomie” you pouted at him. “I mean thank you! But ruining their outfit was-“

“Sorry to say sweetheart but I couldn’t care less about their outfit. Whoever is mean to my girl especially over something so trivial deserved that kind of treatment okay? I’ll always stick up for you my sweet. Never forget that. Plus, it waaaaas an accident” he said with his cheeky smile again. While you still felt a little bad, you could only chuckle and roll your eyes at this silly boy you call your lovely boyfriend.

“Thank you once again my prince” You said after giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“For whaaat? It was an accident!”

“Oh stop it!!” You laugh

“You’re welcome my sweet”

Taehyun

You were never the biggest fan of the gym, however you always note that it’s not that bad. It gets you healthier when you need to feel like it, gets you to get out of the house a bit more and best of all, you get to spend time with your gym rat of a boyfriend. Who you love to look at when he’s all sweaty.

You don’t come as often as he does, you only join him like about twice a week sometimes just once. Sometimes it’s even once a month but you still go occasionally. Just to fill in some gaps in your schedule. Furthermore because you’re not the biggest fan of the gym, you do usually only very light workout, again just to get your heart pumping and muscles moving, and usually people don’t have an issue with that. You’re healthy and thats all that matters.

Yet for some reason some people decided to be very judgy today. Typically you always have your music playing to focus on yourself, but while you were taking a break and making light convo with your boyfriend, your ears couldn’t help but pick up the chatter of nearby gym goers that can’t mind their own business.

“She barely did anything here and she’s talking about leaving already?”

“And she wanted to get fried chicken too like dang that bare minimum of work out is really gonna go to waste huh?”

“Why is she even here?”

Taehyun who was putting on his hand wraps to have his boxing training session also couldn’t help but hear and lets say he wasn’t pleased. You took notice of that and simply patted his shoulders.

“It’s fine baby” You smiled at him.

“They shouldn’t be saying that.” He grumbled

“Hey its whatever..” You said trying to reassure him, but also yourself. ‘Cause to be honest, you couldn’t help but start to feel maybe you should workout a bit harder.

“No. Here baby put these on.” He said as he suddenly gave you some hand wraps too.

“Tyunnie, it-“

“No come one, lets have some fun” he cut you off with a smirk.

And how could you say no to that?

While you and Taehyun didn’t share your love of workouts or gym equipments, what you did share was your love for martial arts, specifically boxing. While Taehyun mainly did it for its physical benefits, yours was its mental benefits. It was kinda fun throwing punches and showing your strength that way, a good way to get all your anger and frustrations out too.

Plus when you first started doing it you realized you kinda had a knack for it too. So with Taehyun’s encouragement, and some slight anger towards those comments, you put on your gloves and started sparing with him. And let’s just say your punches and kicks were LOUD. People from across the room could hear and kinda feel it.

But mainly you and Taehyun just had fun, he constantly reassured you that you were doing a good job, you still had it, and he’s happy you’re here with him. Once you two were done, even though you were exhausted you two became a giggly mess. You quickly packed up and left to go home and still order some nice delicious fried chicken.

“Thank you baby” You said as you fed him some chicken.

“No worries my strong princess” He chuckled.

Hueningkai

You and your boyfriend, hueningkai, had many common interests, from movies to food, one of the cuter interests you two shared are plushies. You both just LOVE plushies. How fluffy they can be, how soft and squishy they are, their cuteness. Like whats not to love really? The amount of plushies you share is quite concerning but hey! They make you both happy!

Today you decided to go out to see a new movie that came out, but you still had some time before the movie started so you decided to look around the mall first. You had no destination in mind, just wanted to walk and talk with your boyfriend before, hopefully, enjoying this new movie.

However as you continued your stroll you came across a new store that had just opened and was filled to the brim with the cutest teddy bears you’ve ever seen, and they came in every size you can think of. From teeeeny tiny to massive teddy bears that fills the corner of the room. So without much thought and a huge gasp you dragged hueningkai inside to check it out.

Quite the understatement to say you were having a blast checking out all the adorable teddy bears they had. They even had clothes for these bears. However excited you were, you didn’t actually have the intention to buy any, but Hueningkai being the angel he is offered to get you one.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh come on its like you don’t know me. Come on I’ll get one for myself. Our teddy bears can be dating too!” He said with his angelic smile.

Now thats an offer you couldn’t refuse!

So you two picked out your teddy bears and dressed them in matching outfits. You then left making your way to the movie theater, as the movie would be starting soon, but you couldn’t stop giggling and hugging your bear. It was just so cute and fluffy. You still had your bear in your arms as you waited in line to get your snacks, when suddenly the people behind you started whispering.

“What a fricken weirdo.”

“I know right? What is she? 5??”

“Exactly! Like who the hell would willingly carry that around?”

“Why would you still even want one at her age?”

Then it was followed by snickers. It made you gulp and as much as you hate to admit it, embarrassed. You were never ashamed of your love for plushies but hearing that just isn’t nice. You started to slowly try to put your plushie back into the bag the store gave you, when Hueningkai gave your hand a firm squeeze.

“Oh look honey, it’s our turn. So what do you two want?

“I.. huh? Us two?” You looked at him confused.

“Yeah! You and this cutiepie! And what should I get him too?” Hueningkai explained as he pinched your cheek, the teddys nose and then pulled out his own too.

“O-oh!” You giggled before answering what you wanted, and just some gummies for the plushies.

“What a great idea!” He added before ordering, then carrying the snacks for you, and sweetly asking you to carry his teddy for him.

As you two made your way to your designated theater you did catch the judging eyes of the people behind you.

“You didn’t have to do that you know hyuka” You pouted.

“Do what?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“You know.. now those people think you’re a weirdo too”

“Why should we care? I don’t feel like a weirdo for liking cute soft things, and neither should you honey. These things make us happy! I don’t think we’re weird for that, and hey if it is, lets be weirdos together hmm?” He said, again with that angelic smile and a cute raised eyebrow. And you know, he’s right.

“You’re right, these cuties do make us happy.”

“Mmmmhm! So lets go! The movie is about to start!”

“Okay! Oh! And thank you hyuka”

“Anything for my cutie”

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

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banggyu0308 · 1 year

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☕️ Masterlist

🍋 - nsfw 🍓 - sfw

☆ events ☆

1k event, 'but i luv u'

☆ series ☆

like our summer (miniseries)

my goddess (goddess!reader x mortal!yeonjun) [🍋]

☆ tomorrow x together ☆

full fics

pretty eyes... (yeonjun x fem!reader x taehyun) [🍋] *community labeled

yeehaw (outlaw!yeonjun x fem!reader x outlaw!taehyun)

drabbles + thoughts

mtl likely to like phone sex while on tour [🍋]

mtl likely to be good at dirty talk [🍋]

mtl likely to like spanking (receiving) [🍋]

mtl likely to like spanking (giving) [🍋]

member's reactions to you asking them to call you a good girl [🍋]

my favorite kinks to write for each member [🍋]

txt's flaws in bed [🍋]

what kind of porn i think txt watch [🍋]

txt as parents pt 1 (there might be a continuation of this..) [🍋]

who in txt would be the loudest in bed [🍋]

perv!txt stealing your products [🍋]

☆ yeonjun ☆

full fics

i'll make you feel better (switch!yeonjun x fem!reader) [🍋]

01:21am [🍋]

drunk yeonjun [🍋]

drabbles + thoughts

yeonjun + his arms + sexting (mean dom!yeonjun x sub!fem!reader) [🍋] *community labeled

making out with yeonjun with your hands shoved down each others' pants [🍋]

edging sub Yeonjun until he can’t take it anymore [🍋]

yeonjun sexting you while he's on tour and then fucking you hard once he gets back [🍋]

yeonjun making you cum on his thigh and then fully overstimulating you all night [🍋]

soft sex with idol!boyfriend!yeonjun [🍋]

mommy!yeonjun wearing a dress for the first time [🍋]

sending nudes back and forth with yj [🍋]

perv best friend yeonjun [🍋]

yeonjun comforting his insecure tall s/o [🍋]

creampie w sub!yeonjun [🍋]

9-5 husband!yeonjun [🍋]

☆ soobin ☆

full fics

what are you looking at~? (dom!soobin x sub!fem!reader with a hand kink) [🍋] *community labeled

drabbles + thoughts

shy classmate!soobin who gets hard when you show up with glasses for the first time [🍋]

edging and overstimulating sub!soobin [🍋]

dom!soobin choking you so that the other members don't hear you [🍋]

perv!bestie!soobin [🍋]

soobin + somnophilia [🍋]

perv!bestie!soobin when you sleepover wearing a tight shirt [🍋]

perv!roommate!soobin [🍋]

pussy drunk!bf!soobin [🍋]

soobin fucking you after the concert [🍋]

☆ beomgyu ☆

full fics

use me instead (sub!pillow humper!beomgyu x dom!fem!reader) [🍋] *community labeled

like (sub!nerd!beomgyu x cheerleader!fem!reader) [🍋]

drabbles + thoughts

unmuted (mean dom!gamer!beomgyu) [🍋] *community labeled

dom!beomgyu manhandling you [🍋]

overstimulating sub!gyu [🍋]

dom!beomgyu reacting to his sub gf trying to take control [🍋]

sub!beomgyu obsessed with fucking and sucking your tits [🍋]

calling sub!gyu 'good girl' [🍋]

switch!beomgyu domming for the first time (+ mommy kink and mirror sex) [🍋]

switch!puppy hybrid!beomgyu [🍋]

beomgyu cockwarming always cold!reader [🍋]

letting your best friend know how much you care about him when he gets jealous [🍋]

marking beomgyu up after weverse con 2023 [🍋]

bf!beomgyu while you're on a call with your friends [🍋]

sub!beomgyu who loves having your tits in his mouth [🍋]

overstimulation with mean dom!beomgyu [🍋]

first time with switch!beomgyu and switch!reader [🍋]

☆ taehyun ☆

full fics

come back soon (sub!incubus!taehyun x dom!fem!reader) [🍋]

drabbles + thoughts

switch!taehyun spitting in your mouth and you spitting on his abs [🍋]

service dom taehyun [🍋]

marking sub!taehyun [🍋]

mean dom taehyun reacting to you trying to take control [🍋]

husband!taehyun when you've had a bad day [🍋]

sweet sub taehyun who really wants to be manhandled [🍋]

sub!taehyun corrupted by his older gf [🍋]

mirror sex with dom!taehyun [🍋]

house husband!service dom!taehyun [🍋]

breeding kink w dom!taehyun [🍋]

☆ hueningkai ☆

full fics

berry sorbet (hueningkai x fem!reader, soulmate au) [🍓 + 🍋]

12:23am (dom!kai x chubby!fem!reader) [🍋]

drabbles + thoughts

dry humping with sub!hyuka [🍋]

thigh riding with softdom!hyuka [🍋]

corrupting sub!hueningkai [🍋]

sub!kai wearing a dress to surprise you [🍋]

dom!kai obsessed with your tummy [🍋]*community labeled

catching kai humping his pillow [🍋]

faux-innocent dom!kai [🍋]

kai with a breeding kink [🍋]

kai who doesn't know how big he is + fucks himself dumb [🍋]

dom!kai who accidentally manhandles you [🍋]

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miupow · 3 months

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hi Lia :3

I ummm experienced something a few days ago and I came up with this idea: size/anal training with hyuka or Soobin x chubby!reader.

I hope this is okay with you!! Feel free to delete this if you want to :3

this ask has fucking ruined my life./pos

y’all… anything w anal (fem. r) IM UR GIRL !!! i’m insane and deluded for it actually ESPECIALLY W SOOKAI RERAAAAAAAAA AND YEONJUN TOO

NSFW, MDNI! dom!sookai, sub!afab!reader, anal (fem. rec), size training/size kink, won’t fit/just the tip trope, dacryphilia, chubby!reader implied but not really specified, kind of dubcony? lots of crying/begging from reader

soobin who has wanted to fuck your ass since you first got together, but was too afraid to ever bring it up </3 he’s just sooo big, almost too big for ur cunt, how would he ever fit in ur lil ass!! but he’s jerking off constantly to the thought of it heehe how you’d whine and cry too big, too much! as his big fat cock is stretching you open ^^ he feels so disgusting for it but he just wants to ruin you, watch you cry <3 he’s so bad at hiding anything tho lol!! and you find out pretty quick, tell him ur willing to try it!! n soobie is still so nervous about hurting you put he can’t help himself from sliding his cock into ur other tighter hole <33 but his poor baby can only take the tip for right now… it’s okay, he’ll train ur lil hole to take him just as well as ur pussy does!! anals even better than he ever imagined, cums almost immediately hehe >///< now you’ve got his cock in ur ass nearly every day taking lil by lil until you’re full to the brim of him!!

hueningkai who’s never even thought about anal until this closeted perv accidentally stumbles on to some porn he didn’t mean to hehe… now its literally all he can think about!! can’t go two seconds without thinking about fucking you in the ass, how you’d be so tight, so fucking good… but hyuka’s shy like binnie is :( he would be too embarrassed to bring it up cos he’d think you’d think he’s gross!!! but he always forgets to clear his search history lol >< you get him to fess up and now his nastiest dreams are coming true <33 ur cute lil shriek of “won’t fit!” when he presses his cockhead against ur hole.. kai absolutely loses his mind hehe ^^ promises you he’ll go slow, n he does inch by inch sooo agonizingly slow till you can’t take anymore, till ur shaking and begging him to stop <3 but he’s not even halfway in!! but that’s okay, you can try again tomorrow! maybe he’ll get halfway inside then.. and then a little more the next day…

#lia’s hard hours 🔥#tw.anal #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #soobin hard thoughts #soobin hard hours #soobin smut #hueningkai hard hours #hueningkai hard thoughts #hueningkai smut #nightly.nsfw #nightly.hyuka #nightly.soobie #📥.requests #📥: anon!

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hyukalyptus · 3 months

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i'll be okay—yeonjun x fem!afab!reader. reader gets overstimulated and they have comfort sex lol. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. established relationship, afab!reader, chubby!reader implied, reader experiences sensory overload (but there is no specific disability mentioned), yeonjun has stubble ehehe, nipple play, cunnilingus, use of sex toys, unprotected sex (pls wear protection ppl), creampie , pet names (love, baby, jjuni), "i love you," reader wears a dress, lowkey lovemaking, kinda cheesy, i think that's it? notes. so this is kinda supposed to be, like, as a result of sensory overload. i wrote this as a neurodivergent person who experiences sensory overload, but anyone can get overstimulated, so even if you aren't neurodivergent, you may relate to this! and remember- disability, overstimulation, and sensory overload are different experiences for everyone! no one experiences them the same, SO just keep in mind this is kinda as a result of my personal experience. thank u :3 smut under cut. wc. 1.8K

“I’m sorry we had to come home early,” you say, closing and locking your apartment’s front door. “It’s this fabric…” Tugging at the dress you’d picked out for tonight’s date, you shiver. You knew the fabric wasn’t your favorite, but the dress fit you so perfectly. It couldn’t be bad for one night, right?

The combination of a stressful day at work, the cacophony of the bustling restaurant, the glaring city lights, and the dress' god awful fabric proved overwhelming. Sensory overload loomed over you from the moment you stepped into the restaurant, but you tried to push it aside, which is never a good idea.

You didn’t have to say anything. Yeonjun knew. He always knows.

But you wanted to stay, to salvage the perfect date in the perfect dress. And oh how sexy did he look with his slightly grown-out beard, knowing how much you loved the look. Tonight was supposed to be special, and excitement radiated from both of you.

But some days are simply bad and this is one of them.

“Don’t apologize, love,” Yeonjun says, draping his jacket across the dining table chair. “I couldn’t wait to get you out of that dress anyway.” You wanted to hug him, kiss him, do other things to him, but you couldn’t wait to get this fucking dress off.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, the familiar comfort of your favorite t-shirt and shorts envelops you as you step out of the closet, finding him patiently waiting on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better—still a bit, you know,” you respond, shaking your hands. “But I’ll be okay.”

“Need some water?” You nod, watching him walk calmly to the kitchen. How does he always stay so calm? Always your rock. “Here you go, love.” Quietly observing as you settle, he says, “You did look really pretty in that dress.”

Sitting up, you cross your legs, give him a gentle smile, and say, “Thank you, baby.”

“Touch?”

Humming, you nod. Warmth spreads through you as his hand gracefully glides from your arm down to squeeze your thigh. Leaning closer, his thumb traces the apple of your cheek before his lips meet yours.

“You’re always pretty though.”

The kiss deepens and he leans over, guiding you to lie down as your arms naturally wrap around his shoulders. In his embrace, you find solace and a sense of security, appreciating the constant reassurance he brings into your life.

Every subtle move he makes sends a ripple of response through your body—his hand slipping beneath your shirt to rest on your waist, the delicate texture of his fingertips, even the slightest pinches. It all made you jump. He gently squeezes your tit, making a smile tug at the corners of your lips before swiping a thumb across your nipple experimentally.

“Sorry—“

You hum, like nuh-uh, you’re not done yet before pulling him back to you. Breaths heavy and deep, he whispers your name as if to ask if you’re okay. He’d never want to overwhelm you, but you want him.

Trailing his lips down your neck, you say, “I’m still really sensitive, so I’ll have to…you know, take lots of breaks.”

“That’s okay, baby…” Lips brushing your own, the hotness of his breath against your lips grounds you in the moment, hyper aware of his body on yours. “You know I’ll always stop when you need me to.” Tugging at the hem of your shirt—he always lets you take off your own shirt when you’re extra sensitive—his hands rub your waist, giving you time to adjust to sudden exposure. This definitely isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, but each time feels exciting and new.

Peppering your skin with the sweetest, most sensual kisses until—

Fuck.

Your breath catches in your throat at his tongue against your nipple. A stiffness takes over and as usual, he notices.

“Feelin’ okay?” He feels good…really good. But you’re still anxious and you still need to look out for yourself to make sure you don’t get too overwhelmed.

“Yes—” you gasp as your eyes squeeze shut, letting his lips explore your body. He can feel it. That you’re okay. That you want him. But he wants you to say it.

“More?”

“Please.”

“I need you to say it, love.”

Ah, he’s always had such a thing for consent. And you have too. Knowing—saying out loud—how much one wants the other is delicious.

You chuckle and say, “Ask me first.”

Feeling his smile against your chest, your jitters turn into butterflies. “Love,” he says, peppering your skin with kisses. “I want to…” he starts, skating his lips across your tummy. “God, there’s so much I wanna do to you.”

Making his way down toward your hips, you can’t help but run your fingers through his hair. “Tell me.”

“I wanna make you feel so good,” he whispers. “Wanna give you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had. I wanna taste your pussy. I wanna fuck you so slowly it makes you crazy.” Watching how he places the softest kisses everywhere, you’ll forever know how much he loves your body. “Is that okay?”

You hum, giving him the okay to move closer and closer to your pussy, he watches your every reaction.

Flicking his tongue over your clit, you gasp. You feel it all—everything. His slippery tongue, the cotton bed sheets sticking to your damp back, the uncomfortable position your pillow is forcing you into, his fingernails digging into your thighs, the roughness of his five o’clock shadow against your thighs. Its—

“Stop,” you say, pushing yourself away from him, taking deep breaths. “Too much—sorry…”

“Never apologize, love.” While you’re calming yourself down, he asks, “What was it?”

“Your…um, your little stubble,” you say, chuckling. “Sorry, you look so cute, but…”

“It’s okay.” He smiles reassuringly. “I just won’t eat you out. You wanna use a toy?” Before you can even answer with your simple nod, he’s opening one of the bedside tables. “Which one?”

“Surprise me.” Smirking, he pulls out your favorite bullet vibrator— “Ah, that’s the one I was hoping you’d pick.” It’s a comforting one. You know exactly what to expect from it and there aren’t any surprises, which is just what you need right now.

“How did I know that? You wanna use it or do you want me to?”

“You.”

“Tell me if it's too much, okay?” He starts it off on its lowest setting, slowly easing it onto your clit. Waves of relaxation wash over you, giving you the chance to calm down. He can tell by your moans that you want— “More?” You nod, answering with a quick mhmm and he turns it up to your favorite speed, hitting just the right spot.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” you say breathlessly. Placing gentle kisses on your ribs, he’s getting you used to the feeling of him again. “Can you—” It’s like he read your mind. His tongue finds your nipple, going around it so deliciously.

You start squirming, ready for more.

“Jjuni…” you whine, back arching while you claw at his chest. “Need you. Please?” He doesn’t have to ask what position. You have a favorite for these nights. Simple, but effective—a nice kneeling missionary. You’re in a comfy position, he can see his cock going in and out of your perfect pussy, and he can touch your whole body with easy access to your clit.

“Breathe for me, okay?” How did he know you were holding your breath? You force yourself to relax, his warm hands soothing you even more. He places a butterfly-soft kiss to your lips. “You’re so beautiful, babe.”

“So are you,” you smile, watching him rub gentle circles on one hip while he slowly pushes himself inside you. “Yeonjun—”

“Fuck, you feel so good, love,” he says. “I’m gonna start moving, okay?”

Nodding, you grab a fistful of sheets at how simply incredible he feels. But—

“Wait, wait.”

“Too much?” Changing his pace, it feels— “How’s this?”

“Oh,” your chest heaves. “That feels good, yeah. Sorry,” you say nervously.

Truthfully, he didn’t mind this at all. He likes taking his time with you. The only thing he doesn’t like is that you feel like you’re burdening him with all the breaks and pauses. But he’s told you so many times, “You’re absolutely perfect, love.”

You sigh and say, “I love you.” That wasn’t the first time you’d said that, not even that evening, but saying it during sex always turned him to putty.

“I love you too, baby. So much.” Reaching for your vibrator again, he presses it to your clit, sending shocks through your body. And it feels…so good. But just for a moment.

“Ah,” you sit up, pushing him out. “I need to take a break.” He nods, giving you space to take a few sips of the water he’d gotten you earlier. “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiles. “You wanna try being on top?”

“Nah, I like this position. If that’s okay?”

“Perfectly fine by me.” Spreading your legs again, he runs his hands over your waist, feeling you ground yourself again. “Ready?”

Every step of the way, he’s so attentive to you and ensures you don’t get overwhelmed or more overstimulated than you already are. And he’s always been like this. Always. Even since the first time you slept together. Sleeping with someone you cared about for the first time was always overwhelming—so many things to think about—am I being too loud? Do I taste okay? Am I making them feel good? It was stressful. But he picked up on it immediately.

He treated you perfectly. How you always wanted to be treated. He read you so well.

Those questions inside your head turned into whispers from him—let me hear you, baby. God, you’re so fucking delicious. Fuck, you make me feel so good, love.

“Jjuni, can you use my toy again?”

“Of course,” he smiles. “Feel good?” You nod again, edging close to your orgasm. As it builds, his whispers become more fervent. “You’re doing so good for me, love.” His voice is soothing, a constant reassurance that you’re in a safe and pleasurable space. Adding just the right amount of pressure to your clit with the perfect pace of his thrusts, your body finds itself in a whirlwind of pleasure and ecstasy as you reach your orgasm.

The room fills with the subtle hum of the toy, the soft sounds of your moans, and his gentle breaths as he maintains his attentiveness.

Coming down from your high, you catch your breath and say, “Please cum inside me. I wanna feel you. Please.” He nods, discarding the toy to the mattress, squeezing your tit, not only for himself, but he knows it comforts you. “Please.”

His grunts get deeper, his thrusts get sloppier, and with a few final thrusts, he reaches his own climax, filling you with warmth and a deep feeling of connection between you.

Placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder, he whispers, “You’re so perfect, you know that?”

“You are too.”

“I’m always here for you, okay?”

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ta3baee · 2 months

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ಇ - 𝓒𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝓨𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏

ʚ Fics containing nsfw will come with a warning !

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 Headcanons !

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𓂃 Movie night !

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frenchkisstheabyss · 8 months

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7 Psychopaths: Lee Know

A detail that might make this a walk in the park or the fight of your life. Time to find out...

x Pairing: assassin!lee know x assassin!chubby!fem!reader

x Genre: angst/crime au/smut

x Word Count: 1.8k-ish

x Warnings: blood, violence, fighting, knives, guns, disposable mob goon deaths, unprotected sex, fingering, mirror sex, hair pulling, lino is a lil obsessed with you, the strongest of language

x A/N: This is #2 in a series of 6 stories featuring two members from TXT, two from ATEEZ, and two from Stray Kids. They all follow the same theme and can be read chronologically or you can jump around. I support the chaos.

Previous Psychopath: Yeonjun | Next Psychopath: Wooyoung

Downstairs in the lobby of the Hotel Artemis the Innkeeper sits behind the check-in desk face down in a pool of his own blood. If someone were to lift his head up, the mangled flesh swimming around might resemble crushed raspberries. Their daily serving of fruit courtesy of you. But no one will lift his head up. They’ll all mind their business because that’s what you do here. You step around his body and grab your fucking key before you end up just like him or worse. He’ll wake up eventually. Probably.

Stepping into the surprisingly well-kept elevator, you press the button for the top floor, adjusting the garter belt beneath your dress as the doors close on the empty lobby. This is no time to admire architecture but you can’t help yourself. The Romanesque style interior is breathtaking, much nicer than the deathtraps you’ve found yourself in trying to track down the Black Cat. Some might call it lucky that Minho’s petty streak led him to the penthouse suite of the Artemis, right down the street from where your hotel is.

Watching the numbers light up one after the other as the elevator ascends, you’re shocked when it comes to a stop at the 6th floor, 14 floors short of your destination. You step back, wedging yourself in a corner, and fish your headphones out of your purse. Your music’s on before the bell dings, doors sliding open to let half a dozen goons file in. Italian mob. Dressed in all black. Cocky. Faces still healing from their last brawl. Half of them smile at you, nodding, politely admiring the way your dress hugs your curves, gawking at your flawlessly applied makeup.

You smile back and they turn away, eliminating you as a threat. Stealthy glances around the elevator reveal the guns tucked into their waistbands. The Big One, twice your size in every way, has a set of brass knuckles on his callused hands. Gold plated. Fancy. “Excuse me, gentlemen” you sing, maneuvering through them with the grace of a proper lady. They part the sea for you, unknowingly clearing a path to the control panel. “Getting off already, beautiful?” “Mmm'' you sigh, a manicured nail hovering near the bright red EMERGENCY STOP button, “Not yet.” Your fist slams down on the button, bringing 6,000 pounds of metal to a screeching halt.

Minho studies the 16th-century Turkish vase on display in the lavish, and utterly destroyed, penthouse of the Golden Child, a pretty boy whose mob boss daddy provides him with enough money to blow on all the cocaine, strippers, and obnoxiously expensive art he can get his hands on. “Don’t you touch it!” the Golden Child screams, spitting loose teeth and blood onto his bear skin rug. Minho pops open the glass display case that houses the vase and an assortment of other highly fragile artifacts. “Don’t touch what?” he asks, winding up the scarlet splattered golf club he used to lay ruin to the apartment and its inhabitant, “This?”

“I said no!” Minho chews at the inside of his lip, pretending to be unsure of his next move when he knows exactly what he’s about to do. The head of the club shatters the priceless vase into a thousand pieces, shards of ceramics and glass flying through the air as he dishes out swing after spiteful swing to those poor, innocent historical treasures. The Golden Child grabs onto the arm of his white leather couch, attempting to push himself up but broken ribs send him tumbling back down. “You’re out of your fucking mind!” he curses, “All because I spilled a drink on you? I said, ‘My bad!”

Winded, Minho tosses the golf club across the room, grinning to himself as he notices a leaking cut on his hand. “My bad?” he laughs, “My bad?” It disgusts him, the smugness of people who think they can run around doing anything they want to anyone they want. Poor manners, that is. His parents should’ve taught him better but that’s what Minho’s here for. Charging across the room, he grabs the Golden child by the collar of his soft cotton robe and hammers his head onto the floor. “My bad is not ‘Sorry!’”

Minho bashes his fist into the man’s jaw, the brute force of the blow knocking another molar loose, “Say sorry!” “Eat shit.” “What?” Minho snaps, positive his ears are deceiving him. The Golden Child smiles up at him, arrogant and entitled even in his battered state, “Eat shit. My dad keeps tabs on me 24/7. He’s probably sending some guys up here right now and when they get here? You're dead.” Grabbing the belt barely hanging onto the man’s robe, Minho twists it around his neck, depriving him of air.

“I guess I’ll see you on the other side then, huh?” Minho doesn’t blink, not even once, as the color drains from the Golden Child’s eyes, bone splintering, his windpipe crumbling just as easily as his precious vases. Saying sorry really couldn’t have been that hard.

“There’s nowhere to run, little one” taunts the Big One, trying and failing not to trip over the corpses of his friends. Your chest hurts like hell. The others were easy, so shit with their aim that only one bullet in 20 clips had even managed to skim your thigh. But this one? He won’t go down. Squared up against him, the knife from your torn garter clenched in your fist, you know you can’t let him hit you again. Another blow to the chest and you’re done for. “Who’s running, big boy? Let’s get it.” Tapping the EMERGENCY STOP button again, the elevator whirls back into action.

The Big One charges at you, swinging wildly. You duck, rolling through the bodies and slicing open the back of his left leg. The bell dings on every floor like the start of a boxing match. The Big One punches one of the walls, denting the metal. So much for pristine architecture. As he reels from the hit, you jump on his back, jabbing the knife into his chest from behind. The bell dings for a final time on the 20th floor. Biting down on your arm, he flips you over his shoulder, slamming you down onto the floor, knocking the air out of you.

The doors creak open as he raises his foot to stomp a steel toe boot down on your chest. Bang! A bullet barrels through his skull. The titan stumbles, his brain quite literally scrambled. Bang! Bang! Two more shots and he’s slumped on the ground with his friends where he belongs. Reunited at last. “Who’s your new boyfriend?” Minho teases from the hallway, tossing the gun to the ground. “You’re welcome!” you groan, flipping him off. He hops onto the elevator, pressing the button for the lobby. “Thank you,” he says, sweetly, grateful for your help and your presence.

Taking you into his arms, he props you up in the corner, checking you for injuries. “What is this?” You flinch when he brushes a tender spot on your head, “You tell me. You’re the one with the mob after you.” “No, I mean, what are you doing here?” “Oh, uh, boss sent me to get you” you stutter, the entire reason for your arrival in Rome having shifted to the back of your mind until now.

“We need you.”

“Where?”

“Berlin.”

“When?”

“Next week.”

“Okay, if…”

You whine when he caresses your thigh, checking the severity of the bullet wound. “If what?” “If you let me take care of you” he winks. “Take care of me? Why’d you say it like that?” Minho rips a long strip of material from the shirt of a nameless corpse and secures it around your thigh to stop the bleeding. He kisses your thigh, suckling softly at the tender flesh to distract you from the pain. Ding! First floor. The doors open to the lobby and he takes you by the hand, “Let me show you.”

Taking care of you. When you say that in this line of business, it’s never a good thing but Minho had no intentions of cutting your life short. The only thing on his mind was carrying you back to your hotel, running you a nice bath, and dressing your wounds. “All better?” he asks, his breath tickling your neck as he plays with your clit. This was a part of the plan too, getting you in his lap, his naked body reunited with yours after months apart. From this position on the edge of the bed, you can see your reflection clearly. Your plush breast bounces in one of his hands while the fingers of the other spread your lips wide enough to fully expose your clit.

With your legs dangling across his, follow your cream as it trickles down the base of his cock. There’s nothing fast or rough about the way he lifts his hips to fill you. The slight curve of his cock makes you stutter each time he disappears into your pulsing warmth. “All---ah---b-b-better.” “B-b-better?” he mocks, his fingers working faster against your clit. You reach back to cup his face, scratching him the slightest bit as punishment for being a smartass. The pain only makes him want you more. His cock is as hard and smooth as polished marble, leaking precum into your needy pussy.

Minho watches you in the mirror, admiring your reflection, entranced by how the beauty of your face and the plumpness of your figure could make him put a bullet through the skull of a man who even dared to look at you wrong. “Take over for me” he whispers, guiding your hand between your legs, his fingers moving on top of yours to splash in the audible wetness of your pussy. You pick up a rhythm together, one that has your breath growing ragged and your stomach in a frenzy. With his hand now free, he brushes your hair out of your face, tilting your head to the side to kiss you.

His tongue ventures as far down your throat as it can go, devouring your moans. Bouncing you in his lap at a quicker pace, still careful not to hurt you, he caresses your body, greedy to claim you as his like you were meant to be from the start. The argument that broke you up. That stupid fucking argument. He doesn’t even remember what it was about anymore and he doesn’t care. Because you’re in his lap, your back arching against his chest, sloppily playing with your own aching bud, biting on his lip while you whimper his name. Your pulse races, your hand reaching back to grip his hair for stability.

“Mmhmm, pull my fucking hair and cum for me” he urges, “Cum for me angel.” Your tongue lashes at his, his words making you burst. “Minho! Aah, baby!” you cry, pulling his hair harder as your orgasm deepens. Minho rests his head on your shoulder. Watching you cum is like performance art. “I don’t care about anyone else. Just promise you’ll never leave me again.” Your glossy eyes meet his in the mirror, “I promise.” “You mean it?” “I mean it.”

And you do mean it. You have to. Because, with the hell that awaits you in Germany, sweet reunions like this might end up being your last.

#lee know x you #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n #lee know angst #lee know smut #stray kids au #stray kids x female reader #stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids angst #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #chubby reader #plus size reader

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lexawoah13 · 10 months

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Choisome (part 2)

Part 1

Soobin x Yeonjun x Beomgyu x afab! Chubby reader(older)

Soooo I’m back with part two. I’ve never written anything before… let alone SMUT! sooo don’t be too hard on me. 👉👈 I’ve just had MAJOR brainrot of this trio and this scenario plays in my head quite a bit. Also Soobin is my main man so he’s gonna be favoured

Warning: threesome, drinking, oral sex(female recieving), ass play, cliche truth or dare, possessive Soobin, y/n Is older than them, this probs sucks so ✌️ also not really proofread

Summary: You’re drinking with Soobin, Beomgyu and Yeonjun after a tour stint has ended working with them. You are all relaxed in comfy clothes that are more on the revealing side as you were warm in your room, ready for bed when the trio bombarded you there. *You’re in tiny shorts that ride up and reveal your ass cheeks(no underwear) and a white crop top with no bra and some graphic on the front.*

“Chill Yeonjun, there other things we can do while he drowns down there. Right baby?”

You pull your eyes away from Soobins god-like physique and meet Gyu’s eyes. “Take off your clothes. Both of you” you say breathlessly. If you couldn’t get your hands on Soobin yet, you’d get your fill of these two.

Clothes are shed within seconds and your met with the sight of their glorious cocks. Yeonjun’s long and hard, slightly curved and pink. While Beomgyu’s is slightly smaller(still large though) but thick and veiny. Both have your drooling trying to decide which one you want first. You fist both of them, rubbing your thumbs over their tips to spread their precum for lubricant.

Moaning together you can’t help be pushed forward to do more. You hands start their jerking and you couldn’t be happier at their sounds. You want them to beg, to be putty in your hands. Twisting your wrist giving them more when your suddenly taken over in pleasure by the one you truly wanted. Lifting your head to look down you see him staring at you, jealous of not getting any attention. Still locking eyes he lowers himself to your clit and sucks harshly ripping moans and curses from your throat “faawwkkk bin! So gooood”

Yeonjun lightly turns your chin back to him, looking up “pay attention sweetheart. You’ve got work to do..” biting his tongue as he guides you to his cock.

Without protest you open wide and take as much of him in your mouth as possible, relishing at the moan he releases. Reaching behind, you stroke Beomgyu and guiding him closer to you. Yeonjun thrusts into your throat until you need air. Gasping for breath you waste no time in turning to Beomgyu, you look up at him as he watches his cock disappear down your throat. ‘Oh fuck princess you feel so good” he moves your hair out of your face so he can fully see you. Nearly cumming when you look up at him with your watering eyes and messy lips. “so pretty choking on my cock”

“Mmmmmmmm” you moan round his length, ripping shudders and a groan from Gyu

Still lapping at your clit, Soobin gets jealous, needing your attention. Lining with your entrance he pushes his middle and ring fingers past your tight entrance, sucking hard on your swollen clit. The pleasure causes you to pull off of Beomgyu, much to his dismay.

Scissoring his fingers to stretch you, you you turn back and latch into Yeonjun, tasting his salty precum oozing from his tip. You swirl your tongue around his pink head and lick at his opening to get it all. His hand now gripping into you hair “good girl, clean it all up”

Beomgyu is stroking himself behind you, you reach up and start caressing his testes, moans escaping his pretty mouth. Yeonjun now thrusting into your mouth to get the feeling he’s been craving. Not to rough and easing your throat into taking all of him. You look up into his eyes, guiding your tongue up and down the bottom of his cock. “Fuck y/n you serious right now?” Still looking up into his eyes you nod your head, your free hand now reaching to caress his sac. Throwing his head back you can’t help but clench down on Soobin’s fingers. He doesn’t like the lack of attention he’s getting, so he adds another finger, needing you to look at him, speak to him anything, he just needs your attention.

The addition of Soobins third finger causes your eyes to roll back into your head, moan ripping from your throat and through Yeonjun’s swollen tip. Your hand slips back and your finger presses up into his tight hole, not passing the entrance, but the pressure alone was enough for him to whimper. Stopping all your movements, you pull away from his length and look up at him “Yeonjun, did you like that?”

Biting his lips, he can only nod “do you want more?” You ask pulling your hand away to lubricate your fingers with your saliva

“Mmhmm.. please?” Asking between breaths nodding his head

You replace you fingers to his ass, lightly prodding at his tight hole “touch yourself” you whisper

His hand leaves your hair and grips his cock, rubbing up and down the length. “Good boy” you whisper, dripping your spit onto his tip. The moans he release are sinful, the added slip your spit gives his pumping the extra bit he needs. Just as he gets used to it, you press your finger into his tight tight hole “fuckkk” he tightens on your finger “shhh relax junnie, let me in, let me give you what you want” as he relaxes his grip you press your finger in more, until you reach your knuckle. You twist it around and he falls over your face, breath shaky. Slowly pulling all the way out to your first knuckle and then pushing back in.

Yeonjuns mouth hangs open, panting while he continues to tug on his length, drool threatening to fall any second. But when he leans down to kiss you, you turn away and take Beomgyu back into your mouth.

“Fuck princess this is…” Beomgyu mumbles off

You look up with questioning eyes with no response “hmmm?” You hum around him. Still nothing. So you decide to tease him. Gliding only your tongue along the underside of his veiny member reaching his blush red tip. Flicking the head with your tongue until you pop your mouth around it, swirling your wet muscle around while bobbing up and down only on his tip. “Faawwkk Y/N”

Still not telling you, you take him all in again biting at his base, sucking hard

“Jesus your sinful” gyu grunts with baited breaths

Slowly popping off his member, you stick your tongue out for him, flicking his swollen tip “come closer, both of you” you needed them closer together, how could you handle both of them when they’re so far apart. Yeonjun looks at you and whines as you gently remove your finger for him to move, hating the emptiness now. “Just for a second Yeonjun”

Beomgyu scoots closer as well. Bringing their glorious throbbing cocks to your face.

Soobin grips his fingers into your thighs. You cry out, “ghhaa Soobin!” wrapping your thighs around his shoulders. You can feel Soobin’s desperation for your attention. Hear his whines for you. Removing your hand from Beomgyu, bringing it down to Soobins soft hair, you tug it firmly bringing him deeper into your cunt. Both of you moaning for one another.

You look up to the boys above you, seeing their carnal desires all over their face. Their dicks are touching, so you bring you hand up trying to fit both in your hand. You can barely wrap around them with their girth but it will work. Spitting on their blushing heads you watch as it drips down over their shafts. Then you begin your stroking releasing low pitched groans from their chest. Even Soobin stops devouring your pussy to see what brought out those sounds. Seeing Soobin’s face you lock eyes with him, lean forward and lick circles around their tips before taking much of it as you could into your mouth.

With every thrust of soobins long slender fingers he grazes your spongy spot ripping pleasure through your body. He can feel you clench around his fingers and can’t help but smirk knowing how he’s making you feel. He groans into you, sending the vibrations straight to your clit, picking up the speed he thrusts his fingers. Curling them just right to abuse your core

Unable to stay gripping their dicks and sucking them you release Soobins hair to guide Beomgyu’s hand to replace yours. Sucking your free hand, you return to Yeonjuns ass sloppy with your spit. Slowly pushing your middle finger back in, curling gently to rub his prostate. Head falling back and beautiful saccharine moans leave Yeonjun’s mouth as you push your ring finger in as well. Filling him up in pleasure.

Beomgyu bends over and sloppily kisses you, squeezing your throat “don’t forget me princess” you go feral. Soobin pulls away to spit on your throbbing clit only adding to Gyu’s choking. You reach your first orgasm, parting from Beomgyu’s lips, gasping for air, legs shaking, squeezing Soobins head. But that’s not enough for Soobin, he needs you quaking, thinking of nothing but him. He continues his assault on you. Sucking your clit, overstimulating the spongy spot inside your pulsing cunt.

Trying to focus on Yeonjun and Beomgyu was starting to become difficult. Soobin’s overestimulation becoming the only thing you can feel or think of. Curling your fingers inside Yeonjun to hit his spot while Gyu still jerked the both of them was bringing him to his release. “Fuck iiim gonna… gonna cum”

You pull away from Beomgyu because you needed to see his undoing. Needed to see his cum. Wanted to taste his cum.

“Kiss him Gyu”

He rises up and grabs Yeonjun by the neck, pulling him in to kissing him. The sight brings you to your high again. Convulsing around Soobin who won’t quit. You push forward spitting on their joined heads, lowering your mouth to suck on them. Yeonjun moans into Beomgyu’s mouth and cums, hot stings of his cum flowing into your throat. Gushing around soobins fingers at the event. Once Yeonjun’s orgasm ends, you let him go to focus on Beomgyu. You take him all in rubbing your nose in his solid stomach. Pulling out to his tip, gyu fucks your throat. Beomgyu gathers your hair in his fist to fully watch you take in his whole length as he thrusts deep into your throat, guiding you head deeper into them. “Jesus y/n you’re taking my cock so well. Such a pretty mess” wiping away a tear with his thumb, bringing it to his lips to taste. “Gonna cum down your throat, fuck soo good” he grunts as you swallow around him bringing him to finish. Salty fluid pumping down your throat not able to breathe. Once the last drop hits your tongue he pulls out allowing you to breathe. Tears rolling down your cheeks, coughing at your lack of oxygen.

“Finally” Soobin rises up pushing Beomgyu away from you making him fall backwards on the couch.

Soobin takes your lips in his kissing you passionately. You wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair. Hooking his arms under you, Soobin lifts you up, squeezing your ass and walks carrying you over to your bed “now you’re all mine baby” he says between kisses.

To be continued…?

Part 3

#soobinsmut #beomgyusmut #soobin x reader #txt hard thoughts #choi soobin smut #yeonjun smut #txt choi line #txt smut #txt choi beomgyu #txt choi yeonjun #txt choi soobin #beomgyu smut #soobin smut #soobin x y/n #beomgyu x y/n #yeonjun x y/n

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agustdiv1ne · 10 months

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so... ORIGINALLY i was thinking about perv!lifeguard!swim teacher!beomgyu cause of that one thing w soobin a while back, but then i decided I want to write that so you get:

(my mind actually went blank here so i looked at txt wet hair pics for inspo) (and then used my life as inspo too) (so if you don't mind...) (YES IM MANIFESTING THIS IRL W POOL BOY (yes ik his real name sjbdj) BUT WTV 🙏)

perv!yeonjun who goes to the same pool you do, on the same regular basis as you, and when you tell your friends how cute you think he is, you think it's just a coincidence 🤭 little do you know he's practically obsessed with you and the way you move through the water so effortlessly, curves and rolls and dimpled thighs on full display <3 and when he found you go to the pool on a similar schedule as him, well, he wouldn't pass that up for anything... brushing past you in the pool just to get a chance to feel your skin against his, imagine his surprise when he finds out he has a personal connection to you... friend's friend's sister, and best of all, you're both headed to a party together the next week... 🤭

OH MY GOD YEAH,,, perv!jjun x chubby!reader 🔛🔝

yeonjun remembers the very first moment that he saw you, the way your curves spilled out the sides of your swimsuit, your ass and tits barely hidden by the thin fabric — god, you're an image to behold, and he sure as hell wants a taste...little does he know, you have similar thoughts about him, how his strong arms would feel around you, how his hard chest would feel pressed against your back as he takes you from behind....

he's pleasantly surprised to learn that you're not a complete stranger that he'll never see again when he sees you at a party the next weekend, short denim shorts and crop top leaving little to the imagination,, and when you strip down to your bikini right in front of him to get into the house's pool?? fuck, he feels himself getting hard. how innocent you seem, unknowing just how much power you hold over him — but you're not that innocent, not really. you've been catching him eyeing you all night, even your friends have confirmed your suspicions, and perhaps you're feeling a little bold,, you go up to him as he stands alone, just observing the party, bikini clinging to your wet skin, and introduce yourself

it doesn't take long for the two of you to move somewhere more..private, especially after he sat you in his lap as you got to know each other better, his half-hard cock pressing against your sensitive pussy and you grinding back into him, ever a tease,,, he pushes you into vacant bathroom inside the house, bending you over the counter as he shoves his shorts and boxers down and your bikini bottoms to the side, exposing your cute lil cunt, all wet and ready for him...with little prep, he bottoms out rolls and wastes no time in pounding into you, reveling in your loud cries that he's sure everyone outside can hear,,holds you by your hair to keep you from burying your face in your arms, loving how ruined you look in the mirror for him, your body jiggling with every harsh roll of his hips,, and don't think he isn't going to tell you how pretty you look, how well you take his cock, slapping your ass just to watch it quake against his hand,, pulls out to cum onto the pretty rolls of your back, painting your skin with white ropes of cum — and before you can even think, he's on his knees behind you, nosing your entrance and breathing in your delicious scent before his tongue is ravaging your pussy til you cry <3333

...yeah, he's gonna have a lot of fun with you this summer 😵‍💫

#i am so feral #what the fuck #are we seeing how much i wrote #i could write a whole essay on this #*heavy breathing*#txt smut #yeonjun smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts #ada ⭐️#moots!#banggyu0308 asks #🧨 — hard hours #agust.nsfw #💌 — jjun

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banggyu0308 · 9 months

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Like Our Summer (miniseries)

welcome to my 'like our summer' miniseries! each fic will follow one of the txt members across a series of events occurring in their summer. these stories are not connected in any way except for the fact that they are all written by me. any member mentioned in another fic is not the same member in their own fic.

any and every fic posted and linked to this masterlist will be smut, which means I don't want minors interacting with these!! 18+ only, please.

taglist [open]: @dido-of-the-endless @sunnibearr @boba-beom @fairyofshampgyu @wccycc @lexawoah13 @soobsfairy444 @suzirumas @notevenheretbh1

01:21am || choi yeonjun

sneaking out to the hotel pool after it's closed is probably the highlight of you staying with your boyfriend while his band is on tour 2k words idol!yeonjun x non-idol!fem!reader

Maybe we should share? || choi soobin

first year as a counselor at this camp and you're already down bad for one of the other counselors. that was quick. and it's the head counselor? yeah, you're in too deep this time. _k words head counselor!soobin x camp counselor!fem!reader

Teach me- to swim, i guess? || choi beomgyu

finally deciding to take swim lessons was a big decision, in your opinion. your family had been pushing you to for years, and when you finally agree, they throw a PARTY. it's not that bad when you actually start the lessons- your teacher is a nice lifeguard only a few years older than you and she's patient with you when you're figuring things out. sucks for you that she doesn't show up to your second lesson, though. _k words perv!lifeguard!swim teacher!beomgyu x fem!reader

Pool Boy || kang taehyun

fuck your cousins for real. you never would've noticed him if it weren't for them. you never would've thought he was cute if it weren't for them. and you sure as hell would not be getting off on one of the stupid jets of water in the pool if it weren't for them. ... okay, fine. maybe it's a little bit of your fault too. but if it is, it's most definitely his fault as well. _k words perv!lifeguard!taehyun x perv!fem!reader

12:01am || hueningkai

oh. he's cute. maybe a little young, younger than you'd usually like, but cute nonetheless. maybe your friends knew what they were doing when they dragged you to this club. _k words non-idol!hueningkai x chubby!noona!reader

(bonus) Three's a crowd || choi yeonjun and choi soobin

it started as a friendly vacation with your best friends, one you'd been planning ever since you found out the date they'd be done with touring and schedules for a while. But then the hotel gave you one room, with one bed, and... well, let's just say, no one's gonna be sleeping tonight. _k words idol!yeonjun x fem!reader x idol!soobin

#txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #adas hard hours #hueningkai smut #hueningkai hard hours #hueningkai hard thoughts #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun hard hours #taehyun smut #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu smut #soobin smut #soobin hard hours #soobin hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun smut

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silvergyus · 6 months

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⋆｡°✩ silvergyus' masterlist ✩°｡⋆

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works are nsfw- please do not read if you are under the age of eighteen

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⋆｡°✩ OT5 ✩°｡⋆

txt as dads- (sfw)

⋆｡°✩ Soobin ✩°｡⋆

spit-

pairing: soobin x fem!reader summary: you spit into soobin’s mouth for the first time warnings: spit kink, subby!soobin, softdom!reader, past marking/hickeys, implied oral (y/n receiving), use of “baby” and “good boy” for soobin word count: 800+

9:26pm-

pairing: husband!soobin x wife!reader summary: all the teachers at your kids’ school have a crush on soobin- but you’re the lucky wife that he comes home to warnings: soobin & y/n are parents, breeding kink + creampie, oral (sb receiving), fingering (y/n receiving), use of “baby” for soobin, use of “baby/ my love/ my pretty wife” for y/n word count: 2,500+

mirrored ceiling-

pairing: soobin x fem!reader summary: your boyfriend gets a reflective film put up over the skylight in his room. a handful of flirty texts later, and you're riding his face warnings: oral (y/n & sb receiving), 69, reader sits on soobin's face, reader gags on soobin's dick once, a little bit of cum eating, hickeys (y/n receiving), flirty texts in the workplace, use of “baby” for soobin, use of "baby/ good girl" for y/n word count: 3,400+

untitled hard thought

⋆｡°✩ Yeonjun ✩°｡⋆

polaroid-

pairing: yeonjun x fem!reader summary: you buy your boyfriend a film camera for his birthday, only for him to find his passion for taking pictures of your, ahem, intimate moments together warnings: yeonjun & y/n (consensually) photograph each other naked/performing sexual acts, reader has a vulva, hickeys, oral (y/n receiving, yj receiving), penetrative sex (y/n receiving), use of “baby/ pretty/ my baby” for reader word count: 900+

pink lace-

pairing: husband!yeonjun x wife!reader summary: you surprise your husband with a new set of lingerie warnings: soft dom!yeonjun, kind of possessive yeonjun (the man is obsessed with his wife), *lots* of dirty talk, breast play, marking (y/n receiving), heavy breeding kink, penetrative sex (y/n receiving), two spanks (y/n receiving), use of “baby/ my pretty girl/ good girl/ my pretty wife/ my love” for reader, use of “baby/ jjunie” for yj word count: 1,900+

line cook yeonjun soft thought

⋆｡°✩ Beomgyu ✩°｡⋆

take a photo-

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader summary: beomgyu likes to record when he fucks you from behind warnings: kind of dom!beomgyu, beomgyu (consensually) photographs & records during sex, creampie, reader has a vulva, pussy slapping, mention of y/n’s hair being long enough to pull, hair pulling (y/n receiving), use of “baby/ babe/ pretty girl/ good girl” for y/n word count: 1,100+

⋆｡°✩ Taehyun ✩°｡⋆

untitled hard thought

vampire thought

⋆｡°✩ HueningKai ✩°｡⋆

lessons in chemistry-

pairing: hueningkai x fem!reader summary: kai has been harboring a not-so-secret crush on his study buddy all year. what will happen when he gets an unexpected text asking if you can stay the night? warnings: college au, friends to lovers, only one bed trope, reader is a few years older than kai (“noona” is not used), kai is a lil pervy, chubby!reader, reader’s pubes are mentioned exactly once, experienced!reader, a teeeeny bit of dubcon (just over the clothes teasing), fingering (y/n receiving), protected sex word count: 5,200+

#ari organizes her blog

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